Hospital

white-washed walls the sound of an ambulance wailing desperately, frantic to save a flickering soul the burning, rancid smell of cleaning fluid rubbery fake leather and scalpels resting on tables like guns To the ER!, someone yells there’s a rush of white coats a cough a wheeze a sigh then nothing Another candle gone out

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